Yuan Qingmo said, "Chen Tang, you've had a long journey, let's set the duel for tomorrow to give you some time to rest."

"Alright."

Yuan Qingshan nodded and asked, "Shall we go see Qingmu?"

Chen Tang pondered momentarily and said, "After the duel, let's meet tomorrow."

This battle is no small matter; he dared not to be careless.

Meeting with Qingmu, Chen Tang worried about being distracted by emotions, unable to fully focus on tomorrow's battle.

Murong Daoye, who had not left, suddenly spoke up, "There is someone you should meet."

"This battle is of great significance, knowing oneself and the enemy increases the chance of victory. There aren't many who have survived a fight with Sang Han, but Ming'Er fought him fiercely and is probably the one in the Capital City who knows him best."

Chen Tang nodded.

Even if Murong Daoye hadn't mentioned it, he would have gone to see Changsun Ming first.

Without prior notice, Murong Daoye took Chen Tang and Yuan Qingmo directly to the Changsun Family.

The attendants in the household, seeing Murong Daoye, all respectfully stepped aside and did not obstruct.

Murong Daoye led the trio straight to the courtyard where Changsun Ming was staying.

Just as they reached the entrance, Chen Tang caught a faint scent of herbal medicine.

In the courtyard, a figure wrapped in wooden splints and white cloth, with the help of a young girl, was attempting to walk slowly.

The pace was very slow, each step seemed to expend immense effort!

Even so, the figure's back remained straight as a spear!

"Senior Brother, you must be tired; take a rest?"

Chen Tang recognized the young girl; she was truly Murong Haitang.

At this moment, Murong Haitang gently wiped the sweat from Changsun Ming's brow with her sleeve, her gaze filled with heartbreak and worry.

"No problem, I'll walk a bit more to aid recovery."

Changsun Ming persisted.

At that moment, the two seemed to sense something and looked towards the entrance.

"Grandfather!"

Murong Haitang exclaimed with some surprise.

Her gaze shifted to the two beside Murong Daoye, one was Prince Wei, and the other was…

He's here!

Changsun Ming also looked up, first calling out to his master.

When he saw Chen Tang beside Yuan Qingmo, his heart warmed unexpectedly, and his eyes moistened.

Changsun Ming knew that Chen Tang preferred the Jianghu, avoiding the political intrigues and schemes at the Imperial Court.

Back then, he invited Chen Tang to the Capital City to participate in the Qilin Ranking competition, but Chen Tang showed no interest.

But now, Chen Tang had come to the Capital!

The two exchanged a smile, no words needed.

Changsun Ming knew that Chen Tang had come for him!

"How did you end up getting beaten so badly, it's quite embarrassing."

As Chen Tang walked towards Changsun Ming, instead of comforting him, he teased.

While speaking, Chen Tang helped the struggling Changsun Ming walk towards him.

Just from the slight contact, Chen Tang roughly sensed the extent of Changsun Ming's injuries!

The injuries were severe!

Some bones were even shattered.

What kind of ruthless blows were dealt!

Changsun Ming wasn't annoyed by the words; he was merely unwilling, gritting his teeth: "I'm indeed not as good in hand-to-hand combat, but if it were weapons, I'd certainly pierce a few holes in him!"

"Not bad, the fighting spirit is still there."

Chen Tang smiled, somewhat relieved.

Being physically defeated was one thing, but if one conceded inwardly and lost the will to fight, that would be the true defeat.

In reality, Changsun Ming wasn't just being boastful.

Murong Daoye's martial prowess was primarily in his Inner Strength and that spear.

Moreover, weapon battles were riskier, with life and death hanging by a thread.

With Murong Daoye's spear technique honed in battlefields, survival was not certain!

"Hai…"

Changsun Ming was about to call Haitang but hesitated, then corrected himself: "Brother Chen, when is the match?"

"Tomorrow."

"Good, just in time I'll tell you about Sang Han's martial arts style."

...

Staying with Changsun Ming until late at night, Chen Tang and Yuan Qingmo finally left the small courtyard.

Surprisingly, Murong Daoye had not wandered far, seeming to wait for them.

"General Murong?"

Yuan Qingmo greeted him.

Murong Daoye turned to Chen Tang, slowly saying, "I have a favor to ask of you."

"Please speak, General."

Chen Tang straightened up.

Murong Daoye said, "In tomorrow's battle, don't hold back. If there's a chance, be sure to deal significant damage!"

"I'll do my best."

Chen Tang nodded.

Murong Daoye strode away, disappearing in an instant.

In the night, his voice drifted back.

"If you can kill him in the ring, you would eliminate a future Grandmaster of the Barbarian Race; that would be an unparalleled achievement!"

To eliminate a future Grandmaster!

Perhaps this was just one aspect that Murong Daoye mentioned.

Changsun Ming was Murong Daoye's disciple.

Upon suffering such a severe setback, this War God showed no sign.

Only just now did he reveal a hint of murderous intent.

This clearly shows how much Murong Daoye values Changsun Ming.

"Chen Tang, don't feel pressured."

Yuan Qingmo comforted him: "On the platform, simply relying on fists and feet to kill the opponent isn't easy. Winning the match is enough."

If the opponent admits defeat in time, Chen Tang can't pursue and kill.

Unless he can determine life and death in a short time!

Pausing, Yuan Qingmo further advised: "If the situation looks unfavorable, do not force it. This battle is significant, but you living is more important than anything."

Chen Tang received many details from Changsun Ming.

According to him, Sang Han might still be holding back and has other trump cards!

Listening, Yuan Qingmo felt far from confident.

"Don't worry."

Chen Tang smiled.

He wouldn't lose this battle; it just depends on how much he's willing to sacrifice!

Tomorrow's battle is eagerly anticipated.

In the Capital City, experts are gathered.

Entering the Divine State isn't convenient to use.

The Dragon-Subduing Hand is also unusable, or it will definitely attract Yuwen Mao's attention!

If other means can't defeat the opponent, he'd have to risk it all!

"You should rest here tonight."

Yuan Qingmo said, "The Changsun Family has prepared a room for you; its safety is sufficiently secured, saving you the trouble."

"Okay."

Chen Tang agreed.

Accompanied by attendants, he reached a quiet small courtyard, surrounded not just by Changsun Family attendants but also Qilin Guard, and even Black Tortoise Guard was present.

Tomorrow's battle cannot afford any mishaps.

Entering the room, Chen Tang didn't rush to rest but sat cross-legged, reviewing his skills, conserving energy, quietly awaiting the dawn.

Meanwhile, the Barbarian Tribe Delegation also received the news.

"Sang Han, your opponent for tomorrow seems challenging, you mustn't underestimate him!"

A Barbarian elder, looking solemn, said gravely: "I just received word; this person defeated a young Esoteric Sect expert at Xinping Zen Temple a month ago."

"He is proficient in Buddhist Sect fist techniques, especially excelling in the Arhat Fist. Moreover, he's likely mastered several Great Hand Seals of the Esoteric Sect…"

The Barbarian side was also revealing Chen Tang's details to Sang Han.

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